Ode to Dreamers

That summer long ago felt like a dream

River water swishing very softly

The roughness of the sand between my toes

Eerie silence underneath the water

The wind converses with the trees above

Mosquitos near the river bite my legs

And butterflies land on my stinky shoes

Looking back I wish I could relive it

Including having sandy hair and clothes

I even miss the buzzing bugs and bites

And having splinters from running barefoot

I remember smelling freshly cut grass

While I rode by on my bright purple bike

The basket would overflow with flowers

I'd hand them out to strangers on the street

I wish I could turn back the clock and dream